Every time I hear the word "Haiti" my heart and stomach convulse. I have met Haitian people, all the ones I've met have been in the helping professions [nurse, psychologist, etct] and have been wonderful people. So to read about the dire poverty, as I have recently in the book about James Farmer's work there, has been very, very painful. Now the earthquake which killed so many thousands, and with relief work so very difficult, I am deeply sad and distressed. These natural disasters are utterly Hairheart breaking and, of course, affect those who have the least defenses against their horrors.
In my comfortable life I sometimes think about the Buddha's belief that life is suffering and think, I cannot really understand that. I am far from suffering. But then I read about things like the earthquake in Haiti and realize that suffering is so great is elipses my comfort and makes it meaningless.
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3 years ago
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It's a helpless feeling, isn't it? I'm sure we can send money, but it doesn't seem like enough.
You're a very tender person.
How much suffering can one hapless nation endure? The Haitians had so little. Now? They have less than nothing.
The only thing that keeps me from falling into abject despair is the outpouring of aid that is streaming towards Haiti from all corners of the world.
It is impossible to even fake happiness when so many suffer.
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